Zee Melo

Your house is on fire. But I don't mind the heat, I tell myself, I like how it burns and blisters— Familiar. There are other dangers, I...

Though October brings somber whimsy, November’s winds mourn if you listen closely. And December, as I always say, seems to carry itself...

It's Monday, again. Was it not just Monday? It seems I accidentally blinked, Breathed five years in a sigh. How many more Mondays do I...